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An old man lying by the road |
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Black is night |
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He's got his finger on the trigger |
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An easy target in sight |
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He's got no future, no family tree |
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He's got a three dollar bottle |
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And he drinks 'till he can't see |
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All night, all night |
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A young girl waiting on a line |
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Eight A.M., she's got |
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A six month old burden |
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Willpower's withering thin |
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An unwed mother beaten by her trade |
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Each week her welfare reminds her |
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Of mistakes she never made |
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Oh no |
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Now what has that to say about tomorrow |
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What has that to show for today |
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Noah thought to build an ark |
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Before the heavens washed it all away |
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Away |
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A baby crying through a dream |
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An afterthought |
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Mother is seething for pleasure |
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After the poison is bought |
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His eyes are tainted |
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Staggered is his breath |
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Oh God, he's addicted |
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Addicted to death |
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Oh, no |
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Now what has that to say about tomorrow |
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What has that to show for today |
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Noah thought to build an ark |
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Before the heavens washed it all away |
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Away |
